Obsession: A Rejected Mate Shifter Romance (The Mate Games #1)(52)

The only thing that felt out of place in the romantic setting Lilith provided for us was the frosted window cut into one of the four walls.

“What do you think that’s for?”

Noah looked at me, his lips curling up in a sexy, secretive smile. “It would seem one of us has an exhibition kink.”

The thought of being watched, of someone witnessing these most private, intimate moments, sent a thrill hurtling through me. I guess it wasn’t much of a surprise which one of us he was referring to. “I think it’s me.”

“Or both of us.”

“Is someone watching us now?” My mouth ran dry at the possibility.

Noah glanced to our left. “Doesn’t look like anybody’s there at the moment. But that could change at any time.”

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I pulled together all my courage and released his hand before I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, thankful for the low back and easy access. Noah sucked in a tight breath and brushed my hair over my shoulder so he could help me out of my clothes.

“Perfect and smooth,” he murmured from behind me as he slipped one strap of my dress off my shoulder.

I shuddered with pure need when his lips brushed the space between my shoulders.

“Made for me.” His voice was the barest whisper, but it seemed loud in the quiet of the room.

In that moment, with nothing but the warmth of the flames and the heat of his hands resting on me, I knew it to be absolutely, one hundred percent true. “Yes,” I agreed.

“Are you going to let me have what’s mine, little wolf?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my heart racing at the thought of what was to come. “Please, Noah.”

He slipped the other strap off my shoulder, and my dress fell to the floor in a puddle of fabric, revealing that I hadn’t worn a bra, but something told me he didn't care. His palms trailed around my ribcage until he cupped the weight of my breasts in his hands, and I moaned at the contact.

Somewhere during this little show, he’d taken off his shirt. I’d been so focused on what he was doing to me, I missed that detail. Part of me was sad I hadn’t had the opportunity to do it myself until his strong, muscled chest pressed fully against my back.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him until the heat of the fire was nothing but a distant memory compared to the feel of his skin pressed against mine. Our hearts beat together, a steady tandem pulse.

He kissed his way up the back of my neck, his mouth brushing over my ear as he asked, “Do you remember what I told you the other night? About how I intended to ruin you for anyone else?”

“Are you ready to live up to your warning?”

He laughed, his low, throaty chuckle echoing inside me. “I think the more pertinent question is, are you?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Noah. I’ve been ready for too long.”

His hands whispered over my body, starting with my breasts and trailing over my stomach until his fingers reached the lace of my panties. He stepped away, my heart protesting the distance. The only place he touched me was where his fingers curled around my underwear.

“Brace yourself, dove. My control isn’t what it should be.”

Sliding to his knees behind me, he peppered kisses over the base of my spine as he used his fingers to tug the fabric down my thighs. He followed the path, teeth nipping one of my cheeks playfully as he went.

“Step out of these silly little things, then get on the bed.”

A tingle worked its way up my body at his words. I’d never been so eager to obey a command in my life. I think I wanted what he was offering more than he did.

Shimmying out of the scrap of lace I'd selected with Noah in mind, it took almost more restraint than I had to ignore the hungry look in his eyes as I rushed over to the bed. Climbing up onto the thick mattress, I positioned myself on all fours and tossed a coy look over my shoulder.

“Like this?”

If the low groan that came from him was any indication, he liked what he saw. He moved so fast he was a blur as he whipped his belt open and tore at the zipper of his trousers. Then he stood in front of me, long, thick, and hard. Ready to make me his.

I’d thought I would be nervous, this being my first time and all, but as I stared into Noah Blackthorne’s hungry eyes, I knew he was the one. This was the man I was meant to share this moment with.

“I don’t want you on your knees while I’m inside you, Sunday. Not this first time. I need to watch your eyes as I take you. I need . . .” he faltered, his voice breaking as clear emotion overwhelmed him. “I’ve never felt like this.”

I spun around, lifting on my knees and scooting closer so I could wrap my arms around him. His eyes were wild, his expression so intense it seared me, warming me from the inside out. “Then take me, Noah. I’m yours.”

That statement hung in the air between us, powerful, meaningful, and exactly what my vampire prince needed. He threaded his fingers in my hair and tugged hard until my face was tipped up and he could crush his lips to mine in a frantic kiss.

We were moans and harsh grunts as he used his free hand to support me, and the two of us fell to the bed. I don’t know how we managed to position ourselves the way we did without someone getting hurt, but before I knew it, I was under him, my knees bent, legs spread, and he was there, his cock nudging at my entrance.